Ray: Hey, what do you got? They're finally making Popsicles in your size?
Robert: Would you stop? I can't take the old man anymore. He's driving me nuts. Ordering me around like a monkey. Calling me every name in the book: Nancy, powder puff, princess, monkey.
Ray: So? I'm getting dopey, idiot, moron. At least yours make sense.
Robert: Well, best of luck.
Ray: Oh, no. No, no, no! Come on, you're not leaving me here with him! You knew what it was going to be like working with Dad.
Robert: I had him too, Raymond. He was up on the ladder. Would have looked like an accident.